Surrogate To An Unhinged Mafia Boss

by Brickhouse

“Say you’re mine.” I tried to fight it. Tried to bite my tongue. But he did it again, and my resolve shattered. “I’m yours, Dante.” His lips curled into a smirk of pure satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.” And then he made sure I never forgot it. Again. And again. And again. Just when I thought he couldn’t do more damage, he did just that when his head disappeared between my legs. He worked his tongue like a magic wand, exploring every inch of my pussy. It wasn’t just that, though. The way he moaned while sucking me off the bone sent me into a frenzy. He loved what he was doing. His nails dug into my thighs, as my right one shook uncontrollably against his head. He played with my nipples while french kissing my other lips. “Uh-uh.” He smacked my hand when I tried to push him away. “I gotta cum,” I pleaded. “Well cum, then. This pretty ass pussy going to be doing a lot more of that by the time I’m done.” Dante stretched my legs wide, putting fat ma on full display. He alternated the pressure his lips applied on her, and we both could tell she loved it. I was so overly stimulated that my mind didn’t have time to register before the clear fluid shoot from my pussy. Men in the past would normally just celebrate the victory and spot, but not Dante. He turned his freakiness up even more. “Where is it?” “Where is what?” I asked. “That damn rose. All you women have one.” I chuckled, reaching inside my nightstand to pull out Rosie. “Here. You sure you know what you’re do―” Before...

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inhaled deeply, steeling myself, and walked inside. “You don’t see me as a person, do you?” My voice was calm, but the anger beneath it was real. He didn’t look up immediately, just kept typing, but his jaw tightened. I stepped closer. “I’m just another piece in your chess game—your queen when it suits you, your pawn when it doesn’t.” That made him look up. His dark eyes pierced into mine, unreadable, intense. “Is that what you think?” His voice was smooth, dangerous. “That I need you to remind me of your worth? If I didn’t see value in you, I wouldn’t have wasted my time.” I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Value? Like a piece of real estate?” I stepped closer, fist aching to punch him in his shit. “Newsflash, Bankston—I don’t belong to you.” He stood. Slowly. Deliberately. His towering presence made my breath catch, but I held my ground. He took a step forward, closing the space between us, his expression calm but his energy consuming. “Don’t you?” he murmured. “Because you’re here, in my home, wearing my ring, playing this game just as much as I am.” Before I could respond, his hand came up, wrapping around my throat. Not roughly, but with just enough pressure to make my pulse skyrocket. My lips parted, but no words came out. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and impossible to read. The air crackled with tension, thick and undeniable. “You don’t own me,” I whispered. His lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. “Then stop looking at me like you want me to.” My bre...

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